As a supplement (c.f. Derrida on the Supplement that both completes and deflates the originary/original Text) to the discussion of the Dumpster, I would like to append without comment the following lost work of the Prophet, Kahil Gibrain. My understanding is that at the time of composition, Ray Davis, to whom the text is dedicated was 7 years old, but already embarked upon a life long quest for truth which has hitherto proved unsuccessful. I hope that this text, reminding him of better days, will motivate him to redouble his own efforts as a writer of sorts in his own right, and The Prophet's spiritual heir.
Dedicated to Ray Davis, a tireless seeker in short pants
And a youth named Ray said, "Speak to us of The Dumpster." To which I thought fit to answer as follows for young Ray's instruction.
Your Dumpster, Ray, is (symbolically) your friend.
He (it) is your needs answered.
He (it) is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he (it) is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him (it) with your hunger, and you seek him (it) for peace.
When your friend speaks his (its) mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, Ray, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he (it) is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his (its)heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend (The Dumpster), you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him (it), Ray, may be clearer in his (its) absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not
love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught, Ray.
And. Ray, let your best be for your friend (The Dumpster).
If he (it) must know the ebb of your tide, let him (it) know its flood also.
For what is your friend, Ray, that you should seek him (it) with hours to kill?
Seek him (it) always with hours to live.
For it is his (it or its) to fill your need, but not your emptiness, Ray.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its Thunderbird, Ray, and is refreshed.
To which the youth named Ray made no answer, stunned by the brilliance of the Prophet. His lips moved like a guppy, opening and closing without sound.
"There are no second acts in American lives." F. Scott Fitzgerald. Still, there is always a Dumpster. To qualify for a position in the Dumpster we really should ask for a resume, and an interview, as well as a background check. What comes to my mind is a requirement that the applicant either have failed miserably to achieve his or her documented potential, or will have walked away from success under ambiguous circumstances, or will have succeeded in failing nobly at everything he or she has attempted. Rather than letters of recommendation, we will ask for three or more letters of Good Riddance from Reputable Persons within the applicant's former Interpretive Community, Village, Religious Congregation, Reading Formation, Episteme, Paradigm, Language Game, Discipline, Con, Place of Employment, Political Party, Family, or Clan. As a working rule of thumb: If you belong anywhere, you don't belong here.
The Philanthropy Roundtable: Strengthening Wealth Bondage ... Posted by Candidia Cruikshanks, CEO of Wealth Bondage ...
Here is a refresher on the Guiding Principles that I wrote for Philanthropy Round Table. Get a pencil.
Voluntary private action offers solutions for many of society’s most pressing challenges.
A vibrant private sector is critical for generating the wealth that makes philanthropy possible.
Excellence in philanthropy is measured by results, not good intentions.
A respect for donor intent is essential for philanthropic integrity.
My intent - not yours, not some voters', or elected representatives', not some philosopher's, or some Genie's behind some Veil of Ignorance - Mine. Deference to my intent is essential for philanthropic integrity, Asshole. The Pharoahs and their petty Pyramids are as nothing to me! My intentions shall outlast the very sands of the desert! Respect my intent now and forever, or my loyal minions or their successors, drawing their authority from me, will crush your little head and feed your brains to the homeless, since you seem to love them so much.